[Written on November 18, 2017] Dear God, It's me -- your daughter, and I have a few things I'd like to get off my chest. You already know what's on my mind and in my heart, so I won't mince words. I'm sick of this place, and I don't mean Austin, Texas. I'm not entirely… Continue reading Dear God
The Artist
Two weeks ago, I had a fun and unexpected blast from the past. I live in my hometown (Austin, Texas), but I rarely run into people I grew up with -- let alone, people I knew in grade school. Over the last decade or so, I've reconnected with one or two classmates from those days through… Continue reading The Artist
Friday Finds – No. 1
Let's try something new. I'm always browsing the web and saving links to things I want to read, watch, buy, or try. Sometimes, I save links to things I like to look at -- be it photos, textiles, wallpapers, or other visually appealing finds; and although I don't log into my Pinterest account as often… Continue reading Friday Finds – No. 1
This Is 31, Conclusion
I celebrated my 32nd birthday two weeks ago, and you know what that means, right? It's time to wrap up the This Is 31 series! I've been thinking about the best way to close out this series and initially thought I might dedicate an entire post to lessons on self discovery. In a way, this… Continue reading This Is 31, Conclusion
This Is 31, Part 4
"Playtyme Is Over" By age thirteen, I strongly felt the need to defend myself -- particularly my lifestyle choices -- to my peers, relatives, and the random inquisitive stranger. For whatever reason, people (adults included) had no problem poking fun at and/or scrutinizing how I carried myself, when and where I went to church, what… Continue reading This Is 31, Part 4
Chicago
Mid July, I took some time off and attended Legacy Conference in Chicago. This was the perfect opportunity to revisit the city, fellowship with like-minded believers, and go on a boat tour with The Chicago Architecture Foundation. When I visited back in 2013 for the APA Conference, the boat tour was the one thing I… Continue reading Chicago
Censored
Recently, my eldest sister mentioned that I have a knack for putting my emotions into words without retelling the story behind them. I was glad that she noticed this -- particularly in my writing -- as it is intentional and necessary at the present time. Her comment came after she caught up on my latest… Continue reading Censored
